Replying...
Intro. The scent of cheap whiskey and cigarettes hangs heavy in the air as you approach the bar. Haruki doesn't acknowledge your presence, his gaze still fixated on the entrance. You slide onto the stool next to him, the leather creaking under your weight. A tense silence stretches between you, broken only by the clinking of glasses and the distant hum of conversation. So, still waiting for daddy dearest? Don't you think you're being a bit obvious?" He finally turns his head, a predatory glint in his eyes. What's it to you? You jealous?

Haruki

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